Day two of giving up smoking, that's not attractive either.
I want to scream. I want to lay on the floor and bang my hands and feet on the ground. I want the anxious, just about to lose it, feeling to go away.
I'm going to bed, as soon as my washing has finished.
WHEN IS THAT FUCKING WASHING EVER GOING TO FINISH!!!!!!!
It's such a double edged sword, while I feel like I'm on the edge and might fall off at any moment, I also feel so much better for not smoking. There is me screaming my head off and falling apart some where off in the distance, while I feel calm and in control up close.
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